And as she sat on her porch, enveloped in a nice warm cardigan, watching the sunrise, a sudden blissful feeling entered her. She pulled the cardigan tighter around herself and exhaled deeply. Her breath froze in the cold morning air. The blissful feeling intensified and slowly lowered itself onto her, like the morning dew lowers on the leaves of grass. Like a thin veil, it heated her heart from within. Her stomach fluttered and a small smile tugged at her lips. It was a rare occurrence. To smile and be alone. She had no idea what was happening, as she continued to see the golden orb shower the sky in different beautiful shades of orange and rose. She pulled her knees up on her chair on rested her chin on them. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders and into her face, almost like a curtain and she brushed it behind her ear, just like she had done so many times in her life. She soaked up the quiet and beautiful scenery. A moment of calm. A moment of happiness, in a life that was hectic and dappled with sadness. She could feel the energy that was setting free in her body and straightened her spine. Her fingers absentmindedly played with a loose threat at the hem of her cardigan, while she continued watching the sun rise. It was rising higher with every passing moment. The orange and the rose slowly faded and the beautiful spectacle mother nature played out every morning, became the ordinary everyday sky.
She exhaled again deeply, putting her feet back on the ground. Her smile was fading too. Her thoughts were already starting to take over again, making shopping lists, remembering different schedules and appointments. Her phone buzzed close to her and a new smile broke out on her face. She had been waiting for that message.
“Good morning, dear. Are you watching the sunrise too?”
A simple question, but it helped chasing the remains of a bad mood and preserve the fragile bliss and energy, she had just soaked in. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked inside and went straight to the kitchen. She poured herself a mug of her favorite tea, that she had brewed before and blew the steam from the mug. She took a long sip, suddenly sure, that this would be a great day. She put down the mug and took out her phone.
“Yes love, I’ve seen it too.” she smiled and put the phone away again, diving in her daily chores and routines, thinking that it is true, that we share the same sun and the same sky.
reflections of an unquiet mind 